Poems from Brooke Spires
The Bells have rung
The Song's been sung
The gifts unwrapped
The bows undone
Christmas has come
Another year passed
Though memories may...
Are we going to play?
I see the way your looking at me
What's that you have in your hand?
Is it?
I think it is!
The ball of yellow fuzz!...
I flit from branch to branch
among the trees
Humans walk below me
Never looking up to see
The creature that is me
Who’s song wakes them...
I am terrified
of those things
under my bed
The monsters
that run wild in my head
One night a man came
He stood in my door frame
He...
Why are you being so mean to him?
He can't help it.
he just never learned.
You pick on him in the middle of class,
In front of everyone ....